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aethertetsuya · 1 year

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DP X DC Prompt

Flash meets Danny.

During one of Flash's "runs", he stumbles in Amity Park. This was during the time of Pariah Dark's take over and the exact moment Danny pulls the Frightknight sword.

Of course thinking this was just going to be one of his normal morning runs he leaves his JL communicator. So what does he do. Try and use the nearest phone booth only to find that calls coming from Amity to the Watchtower is redirected to voice mail. (It was one of those press 1 for Physical Problem, Press 2 for a Magical Problem, etc) As he exits he sees the horde of skeletons get pushed back by a green wall and decides to see where it comes from.

Thats where he meets the Fenton Family, Vlad, Sam and Tucker. The Fenton Parents blow his mind on the reality of Ghost existing but he doesn't by their bias. He gets the whole tour package of the lab. Weapons, Gadgets, Protective gear etc. Upon observation, figures Vlad is a manipulative supervillain, Danny is showing signs of being a Vigilante and the Fenton Parents dont know they are shooting their own kid.

He helps build the eco suit and tweeks it to be more power efficient and has Super Fast Charging. When Danny goes to fight PD he gets into his Flash gear and paints its with ghost repelling paint, turning it into a Black suit with Green Bolts and decides to help out. Danny, out of options, decides to set his opinions aside for the moment and accept the help.

After everything, they find a secluded area to talk and clear the air. Flash apologizes for all the not helping they did and promises to do something about it. But Danny rejects this saying the difficulty of fighting a possessed league. Flash counters they can use Fenton tech but Danny says it would look like they are supporting their Parents bias on Ghost.

In the end they settle for Flash baing the exclusive JL to help them out in times of need provided he not use the Red and Gold suit. Danny then gives him Fenton Phones for communication and the two hit it off.

CW watches "Help is given to those who ask and deserve it"

Flash just pops in once a month to check on things and bonds with the group and mentors them.

Finally on a JL debrief. They get shocked when a tear in reality appears and a floating eye ball comes out and invites Flash to the corronation of His Excellency King Phantom Ancient of Space, Keeper of Balance between Life and Death, Defender of Living and the Dead.

Flash tears up and says "My boy's all grown up"

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #flash #barry allen #justice league #danny phantom #mentor #friends #chaos

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the-modern-typewriter · 10 months

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You still accepting requests?

Maybe the villain begin the hero's former mentor (and a fallen hero)?

"We're supposed to be better than this," the hero said. "You taught me that we were better than this."

"Your hands are shaking," their once-mentor replied. "Get out of my way."

The two of them had battled across the city, all the way up to the agency steps.

The hero gritted their teeth and didn't move. "Just stand down and nobody else has to get hurt. I won't let them hurt you."

The villain finally stopped their relentless approach. There was only a metre between them.

The hero held their breath.

"You won't let them hurt me," the villain echoed, oh so softly.

"Not if you stand down. Not if you surrender yourself willingly."

The villain stared at them.

The hero raised their hands, slow and placating, into the air. They made no sudden movements and willed their once-mentor to do the same.

They willed, desperately, for everything and everyone else in the world to stay away.

"You won't let them hurt me."

They would know that face so well if the villain took their mask off - but, in the shadows of smoke and darkness, all they could catch was a glint of the villain's eyes. They did not seem familiar at all in that heartbeat.

Something about the way the villain was saying it finally jangled a warning. "I just meant-"

"-They already hurt me," the villain said, cold and absolute and just a little bit broken. "They took everything they thought I had to give and then they discarded me like I was nothing. They had you, after all. You with my training, so what use did they have left for me?"

"I know." The hero's voice came out thick. "I'm sorry. It's not right. But that doesn't mean we do this. It doesn't mean we kill them all. I can't let you do that."

The villain was in front of them in an instant, gloved fingers wrapping around the hero's throat.

The hero didn't flinch. They didn't try to attack, even when they knew exactly what their talented mentor could do. They held the villain's eyes; not so cold as their voice.

"The cruellest thing they'll do," the villain murmured, "is give you something young and soft and dangerous, and make you love it."

The hero swallowed.

"They'll make you love your own death too, when it comes." The villain dragged their thumb lightly along the hero's fluttering pulse.

"I'm not your death."

"All mentees are the death of their mentor. That's how the story goes."

"Or we're your legacy. We're what continue your work. Your lessons." The hero raised their hand, fingers curling around the villain's wrist. "We're immortality."

The villain laughed. Their grip gentled, other hand rising too to cup the hero's jaw. "Always so clever."

"You're better than this," the hero said again. "You're better than the pain that they've given you. We both know that this job demands sacrifice. We know it's hard and not fair. Please. Please. Don't do this. Don't become this, you won't come back from it."

The villain sighed.

The mask melted away, revealing the ruin and the destruction below. A lifetime of fighting.

The hero flinched.

"I know," the villain said. "But you will."

They snapped the hero's neck.

The hero, forever healing, woke up to carnage.

#heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero #villain #mentor #writing #story #short story #creative writing #writing snippet #story snippet

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thethirdtriplet · 6 months

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Title: Mentor Tim

So we all know how similar Tim is to Bruce, I feel like as Tim gets older he promises himself not to become like him, in regards to his closed off-ness and anti-social behavior, gets therapy (boy was that something else), matures as a person and learns to take care of himself properly (not everyone has an Alfred lying around y’know).

So older Tim, who does not want to be Batman (who does at this point?), and considers Red Tornado (Aka; the only adult who really cared) his idol, makes an intellectual decision.

To mentor 10+ young vigilantes, that are basically neglected or ignored by their mentors, that he met once on a mission, apparently they’re the new Young Justice members (why do all the unwanted ones end up there, seriously, has everyone learned nothing??).

It’s not that he planned to mentor the young superheroes, but he couldn’t really ignore them when they took to him like little ducklings to water all because he was nice to them.

The were very undertrained and uncoordinated, and in desperate need of guidance, and Tim who has caused or been apart of some of the craziest shit known to man has a lot of knowledge to spare:

Tim: Leo, for the love of god. Put. That. Down. Number one rule of dealing with magical artifacts or magic in general is don’t touch it and run, don’t walk away if it starts to glow.

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Tim: Keith, seriously dude, if you need any new equipment, swords, knives, anything at all, just tell me. Y’know what I can set it up with one phone call, hold on.

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Tim: Peter, if that jerk at school talks to you like that again I give you my permission to beat his ass, I don’t care what your school or “mentor” have to say, they clearly know nothing about teenagers.

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Tim: Of course you can skip training next week for your recital Sofia, and actually, I cancelled training for everyone when they told me they all wanted to go to support you, thanks for inviting me by the way, I can’t wait.

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Tim: Oh, you’ve had an argument with your parent, Nick? Hold on just a sec.

Tim: Yeah, I just freed my schedule so we could have the whole day to ourselves, I remember those movies you told me you wanted to marathon, let’s go watch them in the big screen room, bundle ourselves in the softest blankets and eat a sh- heck ton of ice cream, while we talk about it, if you feel like it, of course.

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Tim: I noticed how much extensive energy you have even after a full training session, Mateo, so I thought you and I could stay and spar, even after everyone’s done. I’ve brought new training equipment for you to try and researched a few new techniques that correlate with your abilities.

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Tim: Don’t worry about not being able to speak, Amara, I know plenty of sign, in many languages, in fact.

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Tim: *on a phone call*

Tim: What do you mean you’re in a burning building?

Tim: What do you mean you set it on fire?!

Tim: Send me your location, Amber, I’ll be there in ten, no- five.

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And that’s how the hero community noticed how the newly proclaimed Young Justice mentor Red Robin nowadays often had one, if not all, of his ducklings kids students standing proudly next to him.

Bonus:

Tim: Red, I am so sorry for all the years you had to put up with my bullshit.

Tim: I’m basically the only adult- no, person, who cares about them!

Tim: I don’t know how they’ve been alive for so long!

Red Tornado: You are forgiven, Tim, although I must admit, it is quite satisfying that you know of my pain.

Tim, with haunted eyes: You have no idea.

Part 2??

#tim drake #mentor #mentoring #mentorship #idk how to tag this #Tim is a mentor

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thoughtportal · 11 months

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an important factor to remember in the writers strike. So many industries want to turn the worker into a gig worker with no protections and no mentoring system.

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csuitebitches · 5 months

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what my finance mentor, who manages a billion-dollar portfolio sent me this morning

I’m going to start sharing the resources he’s been sharing with me. You can find everything on my pinned index post, under “Mentor recommendations.”

#c suite #ceo aesthetic #personal growth #powerful woman #strong women #that girl #productivity #getting your life together #balance #Finance #mentor #Billionaire mentor

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elryuse · 4 days

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Thanks for taking the time to create my request the Jihyo fic and the Karina fic were so wonderful? another request from me?

Yandere mentor Jiheon? Jiheon is your university mentor?

My Obsessive Female Mentor

YANDERE MENTOR JIHEON X MALE READER

Jiheon traced delicate patterns on the lecture notes, her crimson nails clicking a steady rhythm against the smooth paper. Her gaze, usually warm and engaging, held a vacant stillness as she scanned the classroom. Every Tuesday and Thursday, it was the same routine – the hum of fluorescent lights, the murmur of students settling in, and then, there he was – Y/n.

Y/n, her favorite student. He was always early, his eyes sparkling with a genuine thirst for knowledge. He’d participate actively, his answers thoughtful and insightful. He was a beacon of sunshine in the often-dreary world of academia. But today, that sunshine was missing.

A prickle of unease crawled up Jiheon’s spine. Y/n’s absence was a stark anomaly. Dismissing the class early, Jiheon marched straight to the faculty lounge. There, she found Y/n, fidgeting in a corner, a sickly pallor replacing his usual vibrancy. Beside him, a striking woman, Yuna, a new hire in the English department, was talking animatedly, her laughter echoing strangely in the sterile room.

Jiheon felt a cold twist in her gut. Y/n interacted with Yuna, his responses halting and awkward. Yet, there was a hint of something… more, a hesitant connection that sent a tremor of jealousy through Jiheon. Her smile, practiced and perfect for the classroom, remained fixed on her face, but her eyes narrowed to slits.

Later that week, Y/n returned to Jiheon’s class. Relief washed over her, quickly curdling into a chilling unease as Jiheon’s gaze lingered on him a beat too long. After class, Y/n lingered hesitantly, waiting for other students to leave.

“Professor Jiheon,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

Jiheon’s smile widened, genuine this time. “Yes, Y/n? Did you have a question about the lecture?”

He hesitated, fiddling with his backpack strap. “A-actually, it’s more… personal.”

Jiheon’s curiosity piqued. Personal questions from students weren’t unusual, but the tremor in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She ushered him towards her office, a private haven adorned with awards and framed photos – testaments to her academic achievements.

The moment the door clicked shut, Jiheon’s demeanor shifted. The warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling intensity. She leaned forward, her voice a low murmur.

“Tell me, Y/n,” she began, her gaze pinning him in place. “How well do you know Professor Yuna?”

Y/n’s eyes widened in alarm. His breaths grew shallow, his gaze darting around the room like a trapped animal seeking escape. The air grew thick, charged with a sudden fear.

Jiheon’s smile returned, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It was a predator’s grin, devoid of warmth. The realization dawned on Y/n, chilling him to the bone. This wasn’t the gentle mentor he knew. this was someone else entirely.

“I-I don’t know her well,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.

Jiheon leaned in further, her voice a seductive whisper. “But you find her interesting, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps… charming?”

Y/n shook his head vehemently. “No, no, not at all! It’s just… she was helping me with something.”

Panic flickered in his eyes, a stark contrast to the chilling calmness in Jiheon’s. Seeing his terror, a strange pang of… pity? Regret? No, it couldn’t be. A possessive growl rose from the depths of Jiheon’s being. Y/n belonged to her, only her.

“Helping you, you say?” Jiheon’s voice sharpened. “With what exactly?”

Y/N’s voice hitched. “It’s… it’s nothing important, Professor.”

Jiheon’s smile faltered. The room plunged into an unsettling silence, broken only by Y/N’s ragged breaths. He tried to step back, but Jiheon’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist like a vice.

“Don’t be afraid, Y/Nn” Jiheon cooed, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. “We can talk about this… calmly.”

Her eyes, once warm and inviting, now held a terrifying emptiness. Y/n recoiled, the truth dawning on him in horrifying clarity. But before he could utter a word, Jiheon leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss.

It wasn’t a kiss of passion, but of ownership, a chilling claim that sent a jolt of terror through Y/n. He tried to pull away, but Jiheon’s grip tightened. As Y/n struggled against Jiheon's hold, the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. Jiheon had bitten his lip, a cruel smile twisting her features. "Don't worry, Y/n," she whispered, her voice a chilling caress. "You won't need Professor Yuna anymore."

The weight of her words sank in, heavy and suffocating. Yuna... Yuna was gone? A cold dread gripped Y/n's heart. Images of Yuna's vibrant laughter in the faculty lounge morphed into a horrifying picture of her lifeless body. The realization sent a wave of nausea crashing over him.

Jiheon, oblivious to his internal turmoil, continued, her voice laced with a terrifying serenity. "We can have a wonderful life together, you and I. No distractions, no interruptions."

Y/n finally managed to break free, stumbling backward until he hit the bookshelf, sending a cascade of textbooks clattering to the floor. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. He couldn't stay here. He had to get away.

"Professor, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "Let me go. I don't want any trouble."

Jiheon's smile vanished, replaced by a chilling glare. "Trouble? You think this is trouble, Y/N? This is love. A love that transcends boundaries."

She took a menacing step forward, the office suddenly feeling suffocatingly small. Y/n's back hit the bookshelf again, the wood digging into his spine. He darted his eyes around the room, searching for an escape, but the only exit was the door Jiheon stood guard over.

Just as Jiheon closed the distance, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. It wasn't Y/n's. It came from the hallway outside, a chilling high-pitched shriek that sent shivers down both their spines.

Jiheon froze, her head snapping towards the door. A flicker of fear, a genuine flicker of fear, momentarily replaced the obsessive glint in her eyes. Y/n saw his chance.

With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged forward, shoving Jiheon aside. He stumbled past her, his heart hammering like a drum against his ribs. He didn't dare look back, the echo of the scream propelling him forward.

He burst out of the office and into the hallway, his lungs burning. He didn't know where he was going, only that he needed to put as much distance between him and Jiheon as possible. The deserted hallway stretched before him, the silence broken only by his ragged gasps.

As he rounded a corner, he slammed into a security guard, sending them both sprawling. The guard, a burly man with a gruff demeanor, stared at him in surprise.

Y/n scrambled to his feet, a single word escaping his lips. "Help!"

The guard's expression hardened. He had heard the scream too. "What's going on? Where's that noise coming from?"

Y/n, his voice trembling, pointed back towards Jiheon's office. "Professor Jiheon… she… she's dangerous!"

The guard, his suspicions piqued, followed Y/n's gaze toward the closed door. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. "Professor Jiheon? But she's…"

He didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he grabbed his walkie-talkie, his voice gruff as he alerted security headquarters to a potential emergency in Professor Jiheon's office.

Y/n leaned against the wall, his legs shaking. He had no idea what he had just walked into, but he knew one thing for sure – Jiheon was far more dangerous than he ever could have imagined. The gentle, encouraging mentor he knew was a carefully crafted facade, hiding a monster beneath the surface.

The sound of approaching footsteps sent shivers down his spine. He turned to see a team of security guards rushing towards Jiheon's office. The door swung open, revealing Jiheon standing calmly in the center of the room, her usual smile back in place.

"Professor Jiheon," the lead guard began, his voice laced with suspicion. "We received a report of a scream coming from your office."

Jiheon tilted her head, her smile widening ever so slightly. "A scream? How odd. I must have been listening to a particularly dramatic opera piece."

The guards exchanged uneasy glances. Jiheon seemed perfectly composed, the only sign of disarray a single crimson stain marring her pristine white blouse. Yet, the chilling emptiness in her eyes sent a tremor of unease through them.

"Perhaps we should check it out, just to be safe," one of the guards finally said, stepping cautiously towards the room.

Jheon didn't resist. She simply stepped aside, her smile unwavering. As the lead guard entered the office, Y/n held his breath. Fear choked him, a metallic tang lingering on his tongue from Jiheon's earlier bite. He watched, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, as the guard scanned the room.

The silence stretched, broken only by the rasp of the guard's heavy breathing. Then, a strangled gasp escaped the guard's throat. He stumbled back, his face contorting in a mixture of horror and disbelief.

"What is it?" another guard pressed, apprehension edging into his voice.

But the lead guard couldn't speak. He simply pointed a trembling finger towards the corner of the room. Y/n, unable to bear the suspense, peeked past the doorway. His stomach lurched, and a strangled cry clawed its way up his throat.

There, slumped against the bookshelf, lay Professor Yuna. Her eyes were wide open, vacant and lifeless, a grotesque smile frozen on her face. A single crimson rose, its stem dripping with a dark liquid that stained the otherwise pristine floor, lay clutched in her hand.

The sight hit Y/n like a physical blow. He felt a wave of nausea roll over him, the horrifying truth hammering into his skull. Jiheon had eliminated the competition, and the rose – a macabre calling card, a chilling symbol of Jiheon's twisted affection.

The guards reacted with a flurry of activity. Alarms blared, and shouts filled the hallway as they secured the scene and apprehended Jiheon. Her perfect facade crumbled, replaced by a cold fury. Yet, even in the face of arrest, her gaze remained fixed on Y/n, a possessive glint flickering in its depths.

"This isn't over, Y/N," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You are mine."

The words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. He knew this wasn't the end. Escaping Jiheon's twisted love had only just begun. As he was ushered away by a security guard, Y/n glanced back at the scene. Jiheon, her face devoid of emotion, was being led away. But in her eyes, a terrifying promise burned – a promise to claim him, no matter the cost.

The university descended into chaos. The news of Professor Yuna's murder and Professor Jiheon's arrest sent shockwaves through the campus. Y/n, traumatized and shaken, found himself under the watchful eye of security and the police. He recounted the chilling events, the predatory glint in Jiheon's eyes, the fear that had choked him in her office.

Days turned into weeks, then months. Jiheon's trial became a media spectacle. The once esteemed professor was revealed to be a meticulous planner, a cunning manipulator who had meticulously concealed her dark side. Though evidence linked her to Yuna's murder, the lack of a clear motive remained a lingering puzzle.

Y/n, though free from Jiheon's physical grasp, remained a prisoner of his terrifying experience. He couldn't escape the haunting image of Professor Yuna, the chilling possessiveness in Jiheon's eyes. He struggled with nightmares, the memory of the metallic tang of blood on his tongue replaying in his mind like a broken record.

One day, as Y/n walked through the bustling campus, sunlight filtering through the leaves of the old oak trees, a crimson rose landed at his feet. Panic welled up within him, his gaze darting around frantically. But there was no sign of Jiheon.

The rose lay there, an unsettling reminder of the darkness he had escaped. It was a chilling message, a promise whispered on the wind. Jiheon might be gone, but her twisted love story wasn't over. The final chapter, Y/n knew with a sickening certainty, was yet to be written.

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mockingjaysnakes · 2 months

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CORIOLANUS SNOW.

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #the hunger games #hunger games catching fire #tom blyth #donald sutherland #coriolanus snow #mentor #president snow #gifs #the capitol #paralells #actors #movies

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virtchandmoir · 1 month

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thelilahjoshow: Heart is oh so full, as always, after time spent with @tessavirtue17

#tessa #off ice #mentor #like a clone

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mo4anm94 · 7 months

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#mentor #Eminem

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dailyadventureprompts · 1 year

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Ally: Thatch , Teacher of the Heath

A marvellous mage outstanding in their field

Every group of heroes needs a sage to clue them in about their place in the wider campaign world and to set them on the correct path. For those too far from the big cities and their ivory towers, there’s rumours of a strange figure who dwells in a nearby village, a tutor made of sticks and straw who instructs children their letters between farm chores, and has an uncanny ability to predict the seasons. This construct is named Thatch, and they have been blessed with a mind that is seemingly all knowing.

Hooks:

Thatch is first and foremost a teacher, and while they’re happy to dispense fun facts and tidbits of information to anyone who asks, the party may need to ready themselves for some lessons if they want REAL lore. Perhaps the scarecrow will drag them to a disused farmstead and match them with chores they are most unsuited for, questioning them endlessly on their ethos while exhaustion and failure wear them down. Perhaps Thatch will send them on some strange errand, quizzing them when they return about all the choices they made and the perspectives of those involved.

Players Might encounter Thatch at the local county fair, confusing them atfirst for a decoration or costumed attendant. The patchwork teacher was minding a few children for the night but the youngsters seem to have snuck off on them. Tracking the youngsters down gives the party a great excuse to scout out all the fun distractions later in that evening ( or to get the topography when the festivities are ambushed).

Background: Onceupon a time there was a farmgirl who dreamed of being a wizard. She had heard the stories about those great scholars who worked wonders and knew the secret names of all things. She was born with a curiosity about the world that she felt down to her bones, an ache that grew worse every year she attended the same country school that’d been teaching the same old lessons out of the same old books for what must’ve been generations. Every year her parents, who loved her but had no money to send her off to some academy would buy her a journal for her birthday, a journal she’d fill up with questions in a few months and be forced to write in the margins to save space.

Such an earnest desire for knowledge became a prayer, and that prayer was heard by the goddess Ioun, the knowing mistress, who loves all who wish to learn and sent a spark of divine kindness out into the world to give that farmgirl the teacher she deserved. That spark took residence in a scarecrow and so Thatch was born, head stuffed with straw and cosmic wisdom , heart overflowing with a teacher’s love and desire to see their student thrive.

Further Adventures:

That first student’s name was Oroteia, and under Thatch’s tutelage she became a great mage, venturing out into the world to find the answers her younger self so craved. Perhaps they’ll encounter her seeking out some forgotten library, ensconced in some great work of magic, or maybe she’s gone so far that they’ll need to break into her sanctum if they have any hopes of obtaining the aid of a powerful mage.

It has been many years since Thatch stirred to being, many children come and gone, their first student having long grown in to her own power as a mage and capable of finding her own way in the world. Thatch can feel themself unravelling, the blessing of Ioun coming loose from their cobbled frame. Perhaps they will fade into nothing, perhaps they will return to be part of the goddess and share with her all they have learned, perhaps the need will be great and they will burn themselves up saving their students, or lighting the way for the party to accomplish their great quest. Thatch is at peace with this, but Oroteia won’t have it and ever since her last visit years ago has spent all her energy devoted to saving her old teacher, delving into sorts of magic that perhaps she should not.

#wizard #mentor #sage #ally #field #Lowlands #Village #low level #Halloween #ioun

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